Score Check (Rice & Gravy Freestyle)

Score Check
Score Check, Nigga we winning
Nigga we winning, we winning, we lit

Hop off my dick, I'm really lit
I'm really him, Bitch I'm really him
Doing them numbers, I'm stacking that paper
You know how I'm coming
I'm stacking that paper, You know how I'm coming
I'm running them numbers up
A thousand people at the function, I had to run it up
You holler at your boy Viva to get them numbers up
I talk my shit, I walk that shit
But niggas ain't fucking with him
I'm balling so hard, I got stuck on the rim

Speed down the street, scorching
Trailblazer, I'm in Portland
Be with the plug but I'm cordless
4:20 AM when we recorded
Big bear, all you niggas porridge
Play with keys just like Scott Storch did
All my hundreds blue like Corbin
High School Musical, I'm touring
Money up, run me up
Turn me up, show me love
Made the whole club jump
Hopscotch, Double Dutch
All these niggas being gassed up
Switching lanes they get passed up
Niggas, what you all mad for
I'm just giving them mad luv

Cause that's what made me
That's what made me, Nigga that's what made me
That's what made me, Nigga that's what made me
That's what made a little nigga like me
Turn it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, Go to club
Bottles up, roll it up